Via email from Ron:
No more yogurt for the girls.
Emily showed me herself covered with a dry pink and purple substance. I finally got out of her that it was yogurt. “How did it get there?”, I inquired. They didn’t want to tell me, but finally gave up that it was behind the couch. Not good.
I walked behind the couch and found the following items:
A pair of scissors
A vent cover, removed and covered with globs of yogurt
A vent hole, exposed and filled with yogurt and five empty yogurt packages
Carpet, littered with drops of yogurt and yogurt package snippings
I’m such a bad supervisor.